Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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Qi Liang, on the other hand, just glanced at the standings. Tianyu's name was still behind him, so he had no intention of continuing to ask.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, Zhao Ke's avatar suddenly reached out and grabbed the two's arms and said in a low voice, "Don't rush away, I want you two to do me a favor tonight."

"what?"

Qi Liang frowned, full of vigilance towards Zhao Ke's avatar.

Hei Zhuo didn't think much about it, and said directly: "What do you want us to do?"

After looking left and right for a while, the avatar could not help squinting his eyes after making sure there was no one around, and said, "It's simple, help me kill number four in the challenge book."

Chapter 1191

As night approached, bonfires were lit in the alliance, and wisps of gunpowder smoke floated into the air.

Only the sound of various musical instruments came from the woods not far away.

Even if the struggle in the daytime is so fierce, even if the strength of Zuipala is hopeless.

But the heroic character of the people from the Western Regions has not changed much.

Under Hu Jia's music, there are hearty singing and drinking from time to time.

"Brother Wuji, don't think too much about today's matter. Your Dashi Cult is also a century-old sect."

The leader of Mani looked at the dancing figure in front of the bonfire in the distance, and turned to his side earnestly, the leader of Dashijiao comforted him.

After hearing these words, Uji, the leader of Dashi Cult, smiled for a moment on his dark face.

The broad forehead and deep eye sockets are in line with the characteristics of people from the Western Regions, and the grin is very bold.

The Great Food Sect is also a rare century-old sect among the religions in the Western Regions.

Located in the bitter cold of the Western Regions, the dilapidated and barren land did not allow this sect to wither, but instead developed and expanded within a hundred years, becoming one of the top 36 sects in the Western Regions.

"If our former leader is here, he will be very pleased to hear your words."

Uji sent the flagon to the Manichaean master.

Master Mani was startled when he heard the words, and immediately burst into laughter, patted Uji on the shoulder and said, "By the holy fire, I don't think my master will allow me to enter the Kingdom of Light after death."

Manichaeism and Dashijiao both dominate the Western Regions, and the friction between them is not insignificant.

Even the introductory master of Master Mani died at the hands of the previous Master of Dashi. It is not an exaggeration to describe the two as bloody feud.

Who would have thought that one day, the two enemies would sit together, drink and chat, and even comfort each other.

This room is straight out of the Arabian Nights.

After the two sighed for a while, the Manichee leader stood up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Uji suddenly remembered something: "Hello!"

Master Manichae paused and looked back.

"If... I mean, if I die tomorrow, please promise to let my congregants leave. I think that from then on, the Great Food Cult may no longer compete for the vast land of the Western Regions, at least within a hundred years."

After a moment of silence, the Manichae leader nodded, "Yes, at least I'm not sure if I can survive the fifth day."

Saying that, the figure of the Manichaean master disappeared into the woods.

Seeing the departure of the Manichae leader, the heroic smile on Uji's face gradually subsided, and his deep eyes looked at the starry sky above his head: "It's still more beautiful in my hometown."

As soon as the voice fell, Uji heard footsteps behind him.

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

With a long sigh, Uji couldn't help nodding, and praised: "Good poem, I know, this is your poem from the Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains."

In the forest, Qi Liang walked with his hands behind his back, and when he got to Wu Ji's side, he paused: "We have a poem in the Central Plains called Wandering Zi Yin."

As Qi Liang spoke, he recited the poem: "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering son..."

Wu Ji listened to the poem, with a rough and dark face, he missed his hometown for a moment.

Although it is a place of bitter cold, it has the most moving singing in the Western Regions, the best snow scene, and the best mother.

At the time when Wuji was homesick.

Qi Liang's voice changed suddenly: "Master Dashi, can you follow me to a place."

If Zhao Ke were here, he would definitely praise Qi Liang for his way of dealing with the world, for being more and more tactful and sophisticated.

If Uji is invited from the very beginning, even though Uji will not refuse, he will always feel a little twisted in his heart, and may even find an excuse to refuse.

The final result, even if it is agreed.

Along the way, Qi Liang's defenses will never be relaxed.

However, after the two Tang poems aroused Uji's homesickness, the relationship between people in this time became subtle.

There seems to be a common topic between the two, and the wariness of each other will be relaxed a lot.

Uji did have some good feelings for Qi Liang: "Where?"

"It's not far, it's just ahead, maybe it can relieve your homesickness, Master Dashi."

Hearing this, Uji became more interested and nodded: "Then let's go!"

"Aren't you worried?" Qi Liang raised his brows slightly, as if joking.

Regarding this, Uji just smiled coldly: "A person who has less than twelve o'clock left, if you can let me see my hometown, it doesn't matter if you ask for my head."

"Hahaha, please."

Qi Liang said and led the way.

In fact, the so-called place is not very far.

After passing through a forest and arriving at the mound, Qi Liang paused: "Master Dashi, please look over there!"

Uji looked in the direction, and there was only a lake there.

Under the night, Hu Po emits a silver refraction, which makes people feel dizzy.

Seeing this, Uji couldn't help being a little confused, not knowing what Qi Liang wanted to see for himself.

At this time, the dark clouds at this time quietly dissipated, and after the moonlight shone on the water.